Mary Higgins Clark Quotes

I am a natural optimist but there were times when (it seemed like) I was doing nothing but adding up on the back of envelope what I had to pay this month.

key in the other direction and pushed the door open. It parted a few

prior planning prevents poor performance. Andrew would

In most marriages, one of the couple is more in love than the other, and it's best if it's the man. The marriage will have a better chance of going the whole way.

Hello," he said. "Tom?" A whoop of joy. "Alice, where are you? Are you all right?" "Never better, Tom. And you?

Do you make it a habit to go through Sarah's diaries?"

The look Laurie gave him was pure pity. "You're the one who wants to know what everyone is thinking. What makes you better?

Exposed to the world for what she was; numbed with worry and fear; trying to answer the question... The same question the police had thrown at her over and over seven years ago.....Where are the Children?

The key to success is the plan your work and work your plan.

He never took his eyes off my face as I told him about Mack,

And beeping, obviously sure that I was either too stupid or too deaf to hear the racket.

Her mother had once explained to her, "We'd been married fifteen years and I'd given up hope of ever having a baby, but when I was thirty-seven I knew you were on the way. Like a gift. Then eight years later when Laurie was born - oh, Sarah, it was a miracle!"

When she was in the second grade, Sarah remembered asking Sister Catherine which was better, a gift or a miracle?

"A miracle is the greatest gift a human being can receive," Sister Catherine had said. That afternoon, when Sarah suddenly began to cry in class, she fibbed and said it was because her stomach was sick.

Approach your lives as if they were novels, with their own heroes, villains, red herrings, and triumphs

with perfect posture - shoulders back, gaze ahead - but her feet felt unsteady beneath her. The defendant. For three weeks, everyone in this courtroom had referred to her as "the defendant." Not Casey. Not her given name, Katherine Carter. Certainly not Mrs. Hunter Raleigh III, the name she would have taken by now if everything had been different. In this room, she'd been treated as a legal term, not as a real person, a person who had loved Hunter more deeply than she'd ever thought possible. When the judge gazed down from

dolled up for their picture than we did, Barrott thought. The father and

The steering wheel and the extremely night-blind

she told Rick Parker

You can love a person without loving everything about that person.

As a writer, you paint strokes and leave suggestions so readers can create their own pictures. That allows you to know someone by a small action and it saves countless pages of explanation.

The truth is I hate cocktail parties when the only person I know is my supposed date, and he abandons me the minute we come in the door.

Sometimes it's enough just to know that if you believe hard enough and long enough, your wishes can come true.

was letting the cameras

tries to make a pass at you, you

their son. Sandra did not know

live your life as if you may lose everything.

and his wife, Lisa, were there.

If you want to be happy for life, love what you do.

Happines is like mercury. Hard to hold, and when we drop it, it shatters into a million pieces. Maybe the bravest of all are those who have the courage to reach for it again.

A library is a path to the future
find yours there.

Funny, when you finally faced reality, it was amazing how clearly you could see things.

I've been very active in a lot of charities because I firmly believe that much is expected of those to whom much has been given

In her room death would come as a friend, a friend with cool gentle hands ...

If it's meant to be, it will happen naturally.

uncommonly slow this past month; now, finally, things would start to

The first four months of writing the book, my mental image is scratching with my hands through granite. My other image is pushing a train up the mountain, and it's icy, and I'm in bare feet.

A common question asked of writers is "When did you decide to become a writer?" The answer, of course, is that we didn't decide anything. It was decided for us. I firmly believe that mythical godmothers make appearances at our cradles, and bestow their gifts. The godmother who might have blessed me with a singing voice did not show up; the goddess of dance was nowhere in sight; the chef-to-the-angels was otherwise engaged. Only one made the journey to my cradle, and she whispered, "You will be a storyteller."

God works in mysterious ways, he thought with a sign.

From the vanity in her bathroom she took her seldom-used cosmetic case. The image of her mother in her shell-pink dressing gown, so naturally pretty, so endearingly maternal, telling her to put on eyeshadow brought at last the scalding tears she had forced back for Laurie's sake.